She hated him. She hated him more than she ever thought possible. He was a kook- her natural born enemy.
He didn't hate her at all. Not one bit. It couldn't have been farther from the truth. Did she know that? No- and she never would.
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"You and I...
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A buzz emitted from the desk in Logan's room, causing him to roll his eyes as he glanced over at his phone. He tried ignoring it as he kept his gaze on his computer screen, but curiosity eventually got the better of him. It shouldn't have, though, considering he already knew who was blowing up his phone.
He shut his laptop and slid off his bed, making his way over to his desk. As he turned over his phone, his ebony eyes took in the sight of two missed calls from Topper and seven new messages.
Logan scoffed and cleared his notifications before slipping his phone into his back pocket. If Topper really thought he could put his sister in harm's way, shove John B off a tower, and call Sarah a slut, then he was neurotic to think Logan even wanted to talk to him.
The last time he'd seen Topper was the night of Midsummers— the night he'd punched him and sent the psychotic prick home with a black eye. Topper had at least had the decency to wait a day before texting Logan, but what he did not have was class, since he'd shown up and called Sarah a whore for cheating on him.
Logan jotted down the stairs, an agitated expression attached to his face as he heard the sound of talking. He glanced outside, his gaze falling on his dad, Sarah, and John B.
"It's gonna have to wait a day, though, 'cause I'm taking this kid fishin' tomorrow morning. First light." Ward paused as Logan exited through the backdoor. He stopped his son before he could pass through their little conversation, slapping a hand on his shoulder. "You, me, and Logan."
"What?" Logan questioned, his brow snapping together. "Since when?"
"Since now." Ward responded, giving him a look.
"But I have plans."
"Yeah, so do we." Sarah echoed.
"Oh, really? What plans are those?" Ward mocked, switching his gaze between his two lying children. "Sit by the pool all day?"
"No." They said in unison.
Ward let out a short laugh at their synchronicity. "Look, that boat needs a first mate and you need to start earning your keep around here, all right?" He said, directing his statement at John B.
"Yeah, I still don't get how that has anything to do with me." Logan pointed out.
Ward turned to him, brow raised. "You're coming because John B's new to the family and we're gonna take him fishing— get to know him better."
Logan sighed, reluctantly shaking his head. "Fine."
"Good." Ward turned back to John B. "We good?"
"Yeah, yeah. Yes, sir." He nodded his head.
As Ward returned back into the house, Logan turned to the pair, brow raised. "What the hell's going on? Why does dad wanna take us fishing?"
